Come As You Are Emily Novelas e Histórias

Worthington when she came into the room. "You might need a ladies ' pamphlet to aid you." "What!" The first word Emilia was uttering. "Why do I need a pup's pamphlet? I am an adult!" "Then behave like one, Young Ms. You hardly show any motivation for wanting to learn, demanding I do all I can to make sure you are on point with my admonitions." "Well, why not quit?" Emilia mumbled under her breath. "I beg your pardon?" "Nothing, Ma'am." Emilia slouched further into her seat.

I was just curious. "I know Emily , because you came in my dreams everyday ,but you don't look like the one , I saw in my dream , she had black hair and black eyes . I think that's you from the other world. When you said about yourself I saw Emily's soul in you , that's when I realised it's my Emily" he's said it excitingly as if a dog saw his master . I see then it's a prophet dream. "Then , what am I in your dream , that made you like this towards me? as soon I said , he's face was as beet as red ,

I said combing my hair. "Any advice before I go, Emily?". She smiled at me " Just be yourself Fire". I frown at her "I'm not asking for dating advice Emily ". " I know, I mean you should be your clumsy self because no successful businessman wants his wife to be clumsy and you're the clumsiness person I know". I wear my sneakers with some lipgloss and my bracelet because I love jewellery so much like I have charms bracelets etc. I'm in the cafe and I'm thirty minutes late as I smile, I entered the cafe as I stop him pressing his phone like he wants to kill it as I began to walk to him when my bracelet is stuck with a table cloth.

_ Emily Collins is a young brilliant woman who started her business from scratch with the help of her two bestfriends and with a thick and heavy past behind her, she's doing good— as good as she can be with a little baby boy. But sometimes, our devil's like to play and come into light. Join Emily on a whirl wind of emotions as she tries to uncover her horrible past by opening old wounds, allowing them to breath and to finally heal.

“All of them. Right now. I don’t want any accidents. I’m not getting trapped with a baby, not with anyone.” Emily sat up slowly, still flushed and glowing from their intense session. She picked up the packet obediently, popped out the pills, and swallowed them dry without hesitation. Emily was a greedy woman who only cared about her appearance. She knew when the right now to trap Tom would be, it certainly wasn't now. She then opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue to show Tom it was completely empty. “See? All gone. No baby. Just us, Tom. Exactly how you want it.”

it read, “know that I tried to protect you by staying away. I believed that power would make me safe enough to return. I was wrong.” Emily’s breathing remained steady. “I am afraid I am becoming like them,” the letter continued. “Hard. Strategic. Detached. If you ever find yourself standing near their world, do not let it change you.” Emily folded the letter slowly. She stood and walked to the window. Outside, snow fell gently across Ashford. Everything looked clean. Simple. Small. She thought about Serena Richardson. About power. About control. About the way Sofia had looked at her earlier. “You act like you’ve figured life out.”

“Miss Amaya, surely this is—” “Don’t,” I snapped, locking my gaze on him. “Do not finish that sentence unless you want to regret it.” He shut his mouth instantly. I looked at Asher. “Bring her in.” Asher nodded. The door opened and Emily stepped inside hesitantly, her sleeves now pulled back down over her hands. She froze almost instantly, her eyes darting nervously toward the rows of adults. Seeing this, I softened my voice. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe here.”

“Even if they hate me again?” “They don’t have to like you. They don’t even have to understand you. You’re not here to make them comfortable, Emilia. You’re here to become who you’re meant to be.” A single tear escaped down her cheek, carried away by the rain. And for once, she let it fall.

The moment stretched between them like a taut wire, brittle and ready to snap. “Fight it? You think I’ve been fighting it?” Emily laughed, but it was a hollow sound, like the cracking of ice over deep water. “Clara, I’ve embraced it. The Seed chose me, and I’m not fighting it anymore. I’m becoming something more. Something that this world… this broken world… needs.”

“Relax, Emily. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I just want to eat and head to the lab.” Her hands settled on her hips as she tilted her head at me, that signature scolding stance she’d perfected over the years. “And what good does that do? Hiding in your lab isn’t going to change anything. You’re part of this family, whether you like it or not. You could at least dress like it.” “Like what?” I scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “A queen?” Emily’s eyes lit up, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. “Exactly! Why not stir things up a bit? Go out there and leave them speechless. Let them know they’ve got nothing on you.”